King of Nothing Much

early 70s glam art rock rolling piano riff crunchy rhythm guitar chords driving bass walk stomping 44 drums with snare accent deadpan baritone male vocal with a knowing sneer lou reed detachment meets Rock, Pop, Glam Rock, Soft Rock, Piano Rock melodic lift analog tape warmth 118 bpm punchy vintage studio mix velvet underground cool with glam stomp energy

Got a table at the back of the bar Same barstool where I used to be a star Jacket still fits, mirror says so Hair a little thinner but they don't need to know Used to run this town from a pay phone Now I've got a phone in my hand and I'm all alone King of nothing much Still got the touch Throne is a stool at the end of the bar But the crown fits, yeah, and I know who you are King of nothing much Tuesday night, the kid at the door Didn't recognize the name he'd heard before Smiled at him, gave him the look Walked right in — still got it in the book Had a room downtown in a building that burned Had a girl who left and a lesson I learned King of nothing much Still got the touch Throne is a stool at the end of the bar But the crown fits, yeah, and I know who you are King of nothing much Nobody's watching Nobody's keeping score Just me and the mirror And the same walk I had before King of nothing much Still got the touch Throne is a stool at the end of the bar But the crown fits, yeah, and I know who you are King of nothing much Still got it Still got it Yeah

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